Sometimes you get to the end of the day and this all the smile you can muster. You woke up, work was
Sometimes you get to the end of the day and this all the smile you can muster. You woke up, work was alright, it’s pay day, you got a haircut, yet your mind is still working overtime. What did I say? Why did I do that? What if things were different? Left in the dark to what might have been, but here you are with what is happening and you don’t know how to feel. I don’t have many bad days, or rather I don’t talk about them much because who wants to hear about my shit, but yesterday was a bad day that bled into today, that will seep into another and maybe even more. Not a cry for help. I don’t need anyone showing up at my door. I just need a moment…and lyrics to an emo song. (at House of Daisyfuentes) -- source link